He stood in front of the library doors and wondered if he could pick the lock. It was a public place so he didn't have to be invited in. Someone walked past and gave him the stink eye. He waved at them and flashed a bit of fang for fun as he wondered if Haley had been able to get out.

"The only thing I can tell you is that they've been here since the school opened in 1842. They were donated anonymously and most of them are in archaic languages." Haley said as she hugged her jacket closer to her and walked towards the entrance of the school. Her heart was racing a mile a minute.

"Well it's good for you that I know a bunch of those," he laughed. He followed quietly behind her for a moment before putting a hand on her shoulder, leaning down to speak into her ear, low and slow. "Calm down, Haley. There's no need for your heart to be going that fast." He wouldn't Thrall her. He didn't do that to anyone he wasn't feeding from. He just wanted her to calm down a bit.

Haley rolled her eyes and stepped into the building. "Yeah, but I mean it's weird to give it to a student. It could fall into the wrong hands..." She shook her head and trailed off. "Nevermind. Come on. Let's get into the library."

"Of course there are," he laughed. "What are they?" Idly, he went through in his head what books would be bad enough to be locked off. The Book of the Dead; but that wouldn't be in a high school in New York. Neither would the any of the various Grimoire tomes he could think of. The books of Crowley's library, maybe. Maybe the rumors could help.

"Sacrificed virgins," he gasped, pretending to be horrified. "Now why would anyone want to waste a perfectly good virgin?" A ghost would explain whispering; the books wouldn't matter. "I'm assuming you've researched the place. Possible stashed bodies aside, were there any deaths?"